Tiger Guards

Chapter 37: Infantry and Cavalry Combined Attack
"The bandits are chasing us!"

The Hou family's troops were pushing the vehicle when a leader suddenly shouted a warning.

Upon hearing this, Hou Mo pulled the reins and turned his horse to look, then shouted, "Strong crossbows, line up!"

As the people around responded, they saw the knights chasing them throw away their torches and disappear into the night.

Wei Xing rode ahead and turned back to shout, "Throw away the torches and charge from both sides!"

There was no response. Some knights who were skilled in riding and shooting had already started drawing their bows and arrows. Those with ordinary riding skills also grabbed the reins with one hand and took out the strung crossbow from the harness with the other.

When the tiger soldiers armed with bows approached fifty steps, they would release arrows one after another, using whistling arrows to disrupt and scare the enemy.

The whistling arrows pierced the air, and most people fell back on their horses after shooting a single arrow.

Wei Xing shot three arrows in succession. Relying on his excellent armor, he shot the third arrow with a crescent-shaped arrowhead, aiming at the area where torches were densely packed.

He didn't know the result of the shooting, but after shooting the third arrow, he leaned over the horse and kicked it to speed up.

When a crossbow-wielding knight gets close to the enemy, he shoots at areas where torches are densely packed, then abandons his crossbow and stays as close to the horse's back as possible.

As wealthy and powerful families who could afford to raise horses, or children from poor families, even if they had never participated in actual combat, they would still engage in various hunting activities that mainly involved riding.

Although he had no experience in large-scale battles, he was not lacking in experience in small-scale melees.

It is true that the Huben were the palace guards, and they developed from the Qimen Lang, who were knights themselves.

Like the Yulin soldiers, the Huben soldiers were also organized as cavalry.

If you can't ride a horse and your riding skills are not good, how can you guard the emperor's carriage?
"shoot!"

Under the light of the torches in the caravan, a leader of the Hou clan shouted loudly.

Without strong military force, the Hou family would not be able to maintain their current family business.

But the Hu Ben cavalry on both sides of the caravan rushed past at high speed. After the Hou family's troops fired their crossbows, they either squatted on the ground and stepped on the crossbows to string them.

The most powerful crossbows require one to lie on the ground and use the strength of the waist to string them.

The Hou clan members on both sides of the convoy moved forward with spears and halberds, stabbing and swinging their weapons in an attempt to resist the attacking Huben knights.

But the Tiger Guards were just interspersed, keeping a sufficient distance from the convoy.

Seven or eight steps apart, the horses trampled and galloped past, and the Hou soldiers just stretched out their arms and stabbed, trying to stab with one hand instead of rushing forward.

Before the Hou family's powerful crossbows could recover, horses continued to gallop on both sides of the subsequent convoy.

The trampling sounds further interfered with the reaction of Hou's troops, so that they could not realize that these were empty horses.

Even those who came forward waving torches to attack would mistakenly think that the knight was hiding in the saddle or the horse's belly.

Nearly two hundred horses galloped past, and Hou Mo was also horrified, with sweat in his palms.

I really didn't expect that this newly formed Tiger Guards would be so brave and ferocious.

"Strong Crossbow~ Formation!"

The leader of the tribe pointed his sword in the direction of the knights' breakthrough and shouted loudly, and the Hou tribe turned around.

Before the crossbow team could be arranged in full force, a short spear suddenly came from behind, breaking through the wind and hitting the leader of the tribe who was standing on the rectangular grain cart in the back. Without even having time to scream, he was knocked forward and fell off the grain cart.

Hou Mo, who was near the grain cart, hurriedly turned his head to look behind. It was pitch black, with only a few torches that were about to go out in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, spears were thrown at him intensively. Hou Mo's horse was hit in the buttocks and immediately neighed and jumped up, shaking. Hou Mo could not control the horse and did not dare to jump off.

Some of Hou's troops had already turned around, and another round of short spears were thrown in the darkness, resulting in seven or eight casualties and even greater chaos.

"Throw fire!"

A leader of the tribe shouted angrily, and some of the tribe members reacted and threw torches towards the ditch entrance.

More than a dozen torches swirled into the air, and human figures were seen swaying on the ground. Another round of more dense short spears was thrown.

Some senior soldiers with quick reactions either hid behind their companions or grabbed the people around them to protect themselves.

After Zhao Ji threw his spear, he rushed forward, and the iron halberd in his hand easily pushed away the spear of the person in front of him and smashed it straight into the opponent's face.

There was no need to shout or even draw out the iron halberd.

The forward force pushed the iron halberd, and the sharp blade of the halberd broke through the opponent's face, and then pierced another person's shoulder.

The man dropped his spear and grabbed the iron halberd with both hands to prevent himself from going any deeper, screaming in pain.

A quick-reacting soldier attacked with a spear, but Zhao Ji dodged by dropping his halberd and jumping sideways, and drew his sword.

Behind Zhao Ji, Han Shu, the messenger, charged forward. He was the fastest runner in Zhao Ji's unit, and only he could barely keep up with him. Having already cast aside his fear, he thrust his iron halberd into the other man's side, twisting the handle and glaring and howling. The man, struck by the thorn, froze in agony, unable even to scream, much less to stab Zhao Ji.

Next came the Royal Guards, followed by the flag bearer Gao Yanglong, the strongest man in the team.

When the flag guard team reached the end of the convoy, they could no longer see any swaying figures and could only pick up torches on the ground and move quickly along the vehicles.

Zhao Ji rushed forward quickly on the side of the convoy, and when he saw a figure flashing, he chopped it down with his sword.

Suddenly, a member of Hou's army hid behind the chariot and attacked Zhao Ji from the left rear with a halberd.

But Han Shu, who was following behind Zhao Ji, shouted angrily and chopped with his halberd, knocking off the opponent's halberd head. He then used the halberd to pull and fight, and in an instant he wrenched the opponent's weapon.

This guy turned around and tried to run from the other side of the convoy, but before he could take a few steps, he was caught up by a guard and stabbed in the waist with a spear.

He screamed in pain and jumped up with his legs kicking the ground, and just as he landed on the ground, another spear pierced his shoulder.

The two Hu Ben guards pushed forward with their spears in hand, when suddenly a crossbow shot from the opposite side. The soldier, who was screaming and struggling, was hit by an arrow in the chest, and his body immediately tensed up.

One of the Huben guards was shot in the left shoulder. He immediately dropped his spear, twisted his waist, turned his left shoulder backward, drew his sword with his right hand without thinking, and continued to charge forward with his companions.

As soon as Hou Mo stopped his horse, several tiger guards attacked him with spears and halberds.

The injured horse was still agitated, and the guards did not dare to approach the mad horse. They just stabbed the horse's butt with a spear again.

The horse became even crazier, and Hou Mo's mind became even more confused, and in the blink of an eye, it threw Hou Mo off.

Hou Mo was almost suffocated by the fall. He did not dare to hesitate and rolled over using his hands and feet after landing.

But the spears and halberds came at him immediately, and he rolled and dodged for less than two rounds before being stabbed by a spear.

He stopped rolling and screamed in pain, but three or four spears pierced his body immediately.

Seeing that his armor was strong, the successful Hu Ben soldiers did not dare to be careless. They surrounded Hou Mo and stabbed him repeatedly until Hou Mo stopped moving.

Ximen Jian then stepped forward with a torch and shone it on Hou Mo's face. Seeing Hou Mo's round head, he immediately shouted, "Hou Mo is dead! I won't ask about the rest!"

At this time, Zhao Ji had already reached the vicinity of the strong crossbow team. The strong crossbow team abandoned their crossbows and fled. He then stopped and looked around.

The Tiger Guards chasing from behind only lit the spare torches at this time, and shouts of surrender were heard everywhere.

Even the Huben knights who rushed to the front to block the retreat began to light torches, gather up the ownerless horses, or intercept and drive away the fleeing Hou troops.

In the light of the torch, Zhao Ji grabbed the wheel and stood on the carriage, and saw another group of people holding torches and riding horses rushing towards him from the depths of the ravine.

Zhao Ji turned around and shouted, "Beat the drums, gather the troops!"

The drummer, who was more than ten steps behind him, was slapped in the face by someone next to him: "The captain has given the order, beat the drum and gather the troops!"

The drummer reacted and immediately beat the drum to gather the whole team.

Han Shu was panting with exhaustion. He ran behind the convoy, holding a torch, and shouted, "The captain has given the order! Gather the troops and prepare for battle!"

Ximen Jian had just chopped off Hou Mo's head when he heard it and shouted, "Left team, tiger soldiers! Gather where the drum sounds!"

The Tiger Guards from all over shouted and passed orders to each other, moving towards the sound of drums.

Wei Xing didn't bother to gather the horses and kill the fleeing troops, but asked the people around him to blow the horn and join Zhao Ji.

The cavalry gradually gathered together, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

I saw that the enemy cavalry had appeared less than 200 steps away. After they had reorganized themselves, they charged forward.

Wei Xing looked up and asked, "Captain!"

"The cavalry retreats, and we'll come back to kill the bandits after we've regrouped!"

"The troops rely on vehicles to hold their ground, only kill the knights!"

Zhao Ji had a plan to distinguish between friend and foe without even thinking about it. When he gave the order, he took out his painting bow, put an arrow on it, aimed at the figure of the enemy knight, and without thinking, he pulled the string to full and shot an arrow.

Wei Xing immediately led his knights around the convoy and walked back from both sides, asking loudly, "Captain, can the knights fight on foot?"

Without waiting for Zhao Ji's response, Wei Xing could only focus on controlling his horse.

Seeing a wounded soldier of the Hou family coming towards him with a knife, he suddenly accelerated his horse and hit the other man's forehead hard with the torch in his hand.

Corpses lay on the ground on both sides of the convoy, the wounded were struggling, and the surviving Hou soldiers staggered to their feet and fought back with weapons.

The knights passing by were also ruthless, stabbing with spears and halberds, or slashing with swords.

(End of this chapter)